Chapter Eighty-Three: A Blazing Display of Talent

The man was on the verge of collapse. Tears and snot streaming down his face, he stared at his right hand, whose bones had already been shattered, and begged Ma Wu, “Don’t, please don’t keep smashing it, sir! Sir!” Ma Wu shook his head. “I do not need you to call me sir now. I need you and your wife to have shown me the respect I deserved from the very first moment you saw me. Now it is too late!”

This operation in Western Hunan had been approved by the highest military command and authorized by the nation’s top leader. The Special Operations Group stood in the same position as the imperial envoy of old, and that order was as good as the emperor’s sacred sword.

“Thank you for saving our boss.” Zhang Yang bowed deeply to the old man, Er Gazi’s father, feeling that he should do this even for Wan Xin. After all, Lu Zhengyi could be considered his father-in-law, so there was nothing wrong with it.

Besides, there were so many medicinal herbs here, and they looked truly beautiful and lush, so plump and abundant. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed such a satisfying feast.

The men on both sides who leaped down from the upper floor were dressed in military uniforms, much like mercenaries, but they wielded Eastern swords. All three blades thrust toward Zhao Tiezhu without the slightest hesitation.

“Thank you, Third Brother.” He did not yet know this third brother nearly well enough. Though the three brothers of the Qi family did not interact much in daily life, most of their affairs were old grudges from the previous generation. They were all very clever and had not involved themselves, otherwise matters would never have reached today’s state.

Just then, a guard entered and delivered an urgent front-line military dispatch into Murong Yunhai’s hands.

“To be honest, my father wanted to use these things to threaten Mr. Su. After thinking it over, I felt that was terribly wrong, so I took them from my father. I hope you will hand them over to Mr. Su.” After saying this, Bai Zhirong lowered her head with a trace of apology.

The body of the Serpent Emperor said nothing. It only stiffly twisted its neck, its imperial eyes flashing with a dark gleam. An image of stars shattering unfolded within them, and that faint trace of intelligence was slowly awakening. He moved, lifting a foot, and began walking toward Ye Chen with ancient, heavy steps. Each step made the starry sky tremble violently, while imperial killing intent surged and rolled.

At that moment, the middle-aged man lying beside Xu Zhilin suddenly stirred. Xu Zhilin quickly composed herself, propping up her head with one arm and saying with a smile, “You’re awake, sir. Did you sleep well last night?”

That recording was Zhao Tiezhu’s trump card against Hanks. They wanted Zhao Tiezhu to cripple both his own hands? What a joke.

A complete bastard and a perfect saint do not exist. Nothing is wholly black, and nothing is wholly white.

Wu Dehou immediately felt a heaven-shaking, overwhelming demonic force surge out from the Dark Night Palm of the Devouring Old Demon.

Under the officers’ orders, some of the beastmen barely managed to raise their weapons and resist, but warfare in the age of cold steel demanded far more stamina than war in the age of firearms. The weak and exhausted beastmen could not launch any real attack at all, while the crusader warriors easily deflected their feeble strikes and reaped their lives.

From the moment Meng Ke submitted the script to the capital agreeing to the project’s launch, less than a week had passed. Wei Shu really was formidable.

Cao Anna looked up and saw not only Zhang Song, who had been speaking, but also Lu Yi beside him. Her desire to win surged instantly. She flashed a V-sign toward the sidelines, then threw herself back wholly into the match.

Although Yu Jirui would almost certainly cheat, Meng Ke still wanted to give it a try. At worst, he would not lose anything.

Wu Dehou only felt an extremely strange, terrifying, immense force surge into his body from the fist of Soul Wolf, the outer elder of the Nether Wolf Clan.

Mia felt her mind short-circuit; her face burned, and her heartbeat went out of control. After speaking, Gu Qiunan lowered his head and rested it on Mia’s shoulder.

In essence, Zhong Jianhua had already lost. There was nothing more to say; he was abandoned by all, and even his own lawyer remained silent. How could he possibly win?